Martyrdom, sir, is what these people like: it is the only way in which a man can become famous without ability.

I don't want to talk grammar. I want to talk like a lady.

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.

In the Middle Ages people believed that the earth was flat, for which they had at least the evidence of their senses: we believe it to be round, not because as many as 1 percent of us could give physical reasons for so quaint a belief, but because modern science has convinced us that nothing that is obvious is true, and that everything that is magical, improbable, extraordinary, gigantic, microscopic, heartless, or outrageous is scientific.

As long as more people will pay admission to a theater to see a naked body than to see a naked brain, the drama will languish.

Only in the problem play is there any real drama, because drama is no mere setting up of the camera to nature: it is the presentation in parable of the conflict between Man's will and his environment: in a word, of problem.

Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and the mother woman.